#i might not know much about star trek but my dad knows everything so it balances out
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fluffmonster31513 · 4 months ago
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my dad, explaining star trek episodes to me: so the concept for this episode is really stupid, but then again, so is racism
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ginnyweatherby · 4 months ago
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I'm a bit rusty, but I wrote a story inspired by a line in Young Sheldon that bothered me more than it probably should have. I'm not sure how old Leonard Cooper was meant to be, but figure he's about eleven here, so I guess his sister could be around nine. Her name is Marie in this, since the writers apparently couldn't be bothered to give her one.
Word count: 2450. More or less.
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“Eight… nine… ten!” Marie Cooper removed her hands from her eyes. “Ready or not, here I come!”
Sheldon smiled and shook his head as he watched his daughter run off and try to find her brother. Now that they were getting older, they didn't play together as much as they used to, but a particularly stormy day had knocked their Wi-Fi out of commission and (after 45 minutes of whining) seemed to leave them little choice but to entertain each other with a good old fashioned game of Hide-and-Seek.
He turned the page of his book, still keeping an ear out for the sound of his daughter's feet as she bounded up the stairs.  One might have thought she was a herd of wildebeest by the amount of noise she was making.
“I'm gonna get you, Leonard!" She called as she made it to the landing at the top of the stairs.
Sheldon heard the door to Leonard's bedroom open (that infernal hinge wouldn't stop squeaking no matter what they did with it), followed by Marie letting out a high-pitched squeal, and Leonard saying a word he should have been glad his mother wasn't around to hear.
“Alright, my turn,” Marie said, as Leonard started to count.
Sheldon settled back more comfortably in his seat, satisfied that the kids were staying out of trouble, and turned his attention back to his reading.
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Just as Sheldon was about to finish his chapter and get a head start on dinner before Amy got home, Leonard raced into the living room, skidding a bit on the rug.
“Dad, Dad!” He said hurriedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet. His natural athleticism seemed to often manifest itself in the boy's inability to stand still at any given moment. “We’re eight rounds in and I'm running out of good hiding places, where should I go?”
“That closet in your room hasn't been cleaned in ages,” Sheldon said pointedly, standing from the couch and turning toward the kitchen. “I bet you could hide in there so long we'd forget what you looked like.”
Leonard scowled.
Sheldon patted his son on the head as he walked past him, making his way out of the room.
Marie's voice came into earshot. “Nine… ten!”
Leonard raced back up the stairs, apparently to take his father up on the suggestion.
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Letting out a pained grunt as he shifted in the back of the closet, Leonard attempted to make himself somewhat comfortable in the limited space.
“Dad was right,” he muttered. “This place is a mess.”
... Not that he'd ever admit that out loud to said dad, of course.
Another shift in position, and an old Star Trek action figure started to speak its catchphrase as he accidentally sat on it. “Oh, shut up, Wesley,” he hissed, trying to stifle the sound with an old blanket.
It was unfortunately too little, too late, as he heard Marie's footsteps getting closer, before the closet door flung open. Leonard squinted as the light from his bedroom momentarily blinded him.
“There you are,” Marie said, as an avalanche of Leonard's belongings fell out of the closet, pooling at her feet. She kicked an old toy that had landed on her shoe aside. “You know, Mom tells you to clean your room all the time.”
“Don't be ridiculous,” Leonard grunted, attempting to extricate his long limbs from his cramped position. “Everyone knows cleaning your room doesn't include the closet.  If anything, it’s where you throw everything so your mom thinks you cleaned your room.”
Finally managing to get to his feet, Leonard took a step forward, only to bump his head on a shelf and cause a box to fall on him in the process.
“Dammit, ow -” Leonard rubbed the back of his head where the box had hit him. “What was that?”
Marie shrugged, pulling the box aside and taking a closer look. “No organizational keywords written on it, so Dad didn't put it here.”
“Why would Dad put something in my closet?” Leonard asked, kicking whatever had fallen out back into the closet, leaning into the door to get it to latch shut.
“Why does Dad do anything he does?” Marie asked, with a roll of her eyes.
“Well, I didn't put it there,” Leonard said. “Open it.”
Marie did as instructed, eyes wide with excitement, only for her face to fall once she viewed its contents.
“It’s just a bunch of old t-shirts,” she said disappointedly. “Probably for you to grow into or something.”
“Me?” Leonard pulled a shirt off the top, holding it out at arms length. “I wouldn’t wear this, I hate Green Lantern.”
“Who knows, maybe they’re hand-me-downs,” Marie rooted through the box, looking hopeful there might be something more exciting underneath the clothes. “Lame,” she said, falling back as she came up empty.
“Dinner’s almost ready, go wash up -” Sheldon appeared in the hallway, peeking his head into the room. “Where did you get that?” He asked, eyes locking in on the shirt Leonard still held in his hands.
“Uh, it was in my closet,” Leonard said, pointing at the box. “It fell on my head.”
Sheldon stepped into the room, rifling through the box and grumbling to himself. Leonard couldn't help but notice the tips of his ears were turning pink.
“Dad, what is it?"
Sheldon lifted the box into his arms, an odd expression on his face. “These are all my old shirts. Your mother seems to have hidden them in the one place nobody ever goes… your closet.”
“Yours?” Leonard took a closer look at the shirt, feeling it between his fingers.  It was clearly an older shirt, soft and well-cared for as all his father's clothes were, but the decal on the front faded from countless washes.
“She said I needed to start dressing like a -” Air quote. “Grown up’ once you two were born, and I knew there was no way all my clothes got lost in the move.”
“Mom hid all your shirts?” Marie asked.
“Taking pointers from your Aunt Penny, no doubt,” Sheldon muttered, taking the Green Lantern shirt from Leonard. “This was always one of my favorites, too.”
Marie seemed to have a renewed interest in the box, and stood on her tiptoes to peer back in while Sheldon still held it. “What about this one?” She pulled out a blue Batman one, and Sheldon looked at it with a nostalgic sort of smile.
“I wore that the day I asked your mother to be my girlfriend.” He placed the box on Leonard's desk, and dug through the box a bit more. “I wore this one the day we met.”
“How about this?” Marie pulled out a red shirt with The Flash logo on it.
“I wore that the first time your mother kissed me.”
“Ew,” Marie said, dropping it back into the box as if she'd been burned, her nose crinkled in disgust.
“Oh, she's never going to hear the end of this,” Sheldon said under his breath, just as the oven timer went off. “Hmm, it sounds like dinner is ready.”
He carefully folded the shirts and placed them back into the box, closing the lid and patting it fondly, as the three of them made their way back to the kitchen.
-
Amy had called earlier, claiming she was working late that night, and Sheldon knew that probably meant she was just meeting Penny after work, but he didn't mind.  He was having a nice time eating dinner with the kids, they were some of the only people whose fondness for spaghetti and hot dogs rivaled his own. It almost reminded him of the family dinners he'd had growing up, although he had to admit his children made for much more stimulating conversation than his siblings ever did.
Just as Marie was telling them about her upcoming spelling bee and how if she won (which of course she would), she'd be going to the state championship next, Leonard let out a groan.
Sheldon looked over and saw that his son had dropped a fork full of spaghetti on the front of his shirt.
“Aw man, I liked this shirt,” Leonard moaned, dabbing at the sauce stain with a napkin.
“Go change,” Sheldon instructed, pointing toward Leonard’s room. “I'll pre-treat it after dinner.”
“Dad, you don't have to-”
“Leonard, please,” Sheldon said. “I can get stains out of almost anything.  It's like a gift.”
Leonard rolled his eyes, but obeyed and stood from the table to change.
“Anyway, you were saying something about your spelling bee?” Sheldon turned his attention back to Marie.
“Leonard really can be exasperating sometimes, can't he, Dad?” Marie said sagely, shaking her head in a manner far beyond her years. “E-X-A-S-P-E-R-A-T-I-N-G.”
-
By the time Leonard returned, Sheldon and Marie had finished eating, and Sheldon was clearing their plates from the table.
“I made pie for dessert, but I was going to wait until your mother gets home,” Sheldon said, as Leonard sat back down to finish his dinner. “Although I'm not sure when she - what are you wearing?”
“What?” Leonard looked up from his plate.
“You're wearing my shirt,” Sheldon said, the dirty dishes momentarily forgotten.
“It's a nice shirt,” Leonard shrugged. “Since Mom doesn't want you to wear it anymore, I figured I could.”
“That is not at all what that means,” Sheldon argued.
“It was in my closet.”
“But it's mine,” Sheldon loved his son dearly, but there were some things a man just didn't share with his children.  T-shirts purchased at an old comic book store with Stuart's friends-and-family discount was one of them. “Plus, it's too big for you.”
“It's not that big,” Leonard said with another shrug. “Another growth spurt or two, and I'll be as tall as you.”
“A terrifying concept, really,” Sheldon muttered. “But very well.  I'll allow it.  The color does suit you.”
Leonard shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, before turning back to his - likely now-cold - spaghetti.
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With an exhausted sigh, Amy turned the key to the front door.  It had been a long, long day. While she knew Sheldon probably figured she had met Penny for drinks after work, she really had been just that busy at the lab today. She was very much looking forward to grabbing a bite to eat, taking a scalding hot bath, and falling immediately into bed.
Pushing the door open, she expected the kids to already be in bed, and Sheldon to be watching one of his strictly after-the-kids-go-to-sleep television programs, but was surprised to see the three of them sitting around the coffee table, playing one of those complicated board games her husband (and now in turn her children) loved so much.
“Hi, Mommy!” Marie chirped, before letting out a groan as Leonard surpassed her on the board.
“Hi you,” Amy planted a kiss on the girl's head as she passed by, dropping her purse into a nearby chair. “I thought you'd be asleep already.”
“I wanted to stay up to say goodnight to you,” Marie said, sweetly.
“Yeah, right,” Leonard scoffed. “You just didn't want to go to bed."
“It's Friday,” was all Sheldon could say to defend himself against Amy's look.
“Fair enough,” she relented, and turned away to head toward the kitchen, when she stopped in her tracks.
“Where did you find that shirt?” She asked.
“Oh, this?” Sheldon said, innocently, his hand sitting gracefully on his chest, over the decal of one of his favorite The Flash shirts.  The black one.
“And that,” Amy said, pointing at the one Leonard was wearing. “And that.” She looked over and saw Marie was also wearing one - an orange one.
“Lost in the move’,” Sheldon clicked his tongue. “Really, Amy.”
“I told you I didn't get rid of them,” Amy said.
“You just hid them in my closet,” Leonard said, seeming to enjoy his parents' bickering.
“It's not as if you can ever find anything in there,” Amy crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at her son. “If you’d cleaned it once in awhile, you might have found that box ages ago.”
Leonard's smile disappeared.
“For your information,” Amy said, falling onto the couch beside Sheldon, poking the graphic on the aforementioned shirt. “I only hid your things away when Leonard was born because you wouldn't stop freaking out and running to do laundry every time he spit up on you. It was very inconvenient to not only have to bring spare baby clothes in the diaper bag, but to bring spare husband clothes as well.”
“Leonard has been capable of controlling his intestinal distress for a number of years now,” Sheldon pointed out.
“Well, just about the time he'd figured that out, Marie was born,” Amy said with a shrug.
“And when she got older?”
“Oh, by then I just forgot,” Amy said casually, taking a handful of pretzels from the bowl they'd been snacking on while they played the board game. “And you looked so cute in your grown-up clothes, I guess it never occurred to me to look for them."
“Gross,” Leonard scoffed.
“Yeah, gross,” Marie echoed. She moved her piece on the board to avoid looking at her parents. “I win, I win!”
“Aw man,” Leonard moaned, pushing away from the table. “No fair.”
“Alright, both of you brush your teeth and up to bed,” Sheldon said.
“I'll be up in a little bit to say goodnight,” Amy added, as the kids relented and trotted up the stairs, one after the other.
Once they were out of earshot, Amy turned to her husband and danced her fingers up his arm, before fiddling with his collar. “You know… as much as I love you in your new clothes, there is something sentimental about seeing you in this one again.”
Sheldon placed his hand over hers. “I could wear both, you know.”
Amy thought for a moment. “You don't mean just wear these over your newer ones, do you?”
Sheldon didn't reply right away, confirming her suspicions that that was precisely what he'd had in mind.
“I could wear them on alternate days.”
Amy smiled. “I suppose I'd be okay with that.” She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “On one condition.”
“What's that?” Sheldon eyed her warily.
“Our Christmas card this year has all three of you in those matching shirts,” Amy said. “That was so cute, especially the way it came down past Marie's knees.”
Sheldon rolled his eyes, and Amy knew his mind was swimming with comments about how much he hated Christmas, and cards, and Christmas cards, but after a moment he said, “You run a hard bargain, Amy Farrah Fowler.” He stuck his hand out for her to shake. “You've got yourself a deal.”
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inell · 4 months ago
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Possibly a dumb question but I saw you reblog a few leverage things recently and you're one of my favorite 9-1-1 writers so I was wondering what you think a 911 Leverage Fusion AU could look like if you were to think about it because their two of my favorite shows
Goodness! Thank you for the compliment. I thought about this during my commute home from work, and this is what I came up with.
We use season 7 of 911. Councilwoman Ortiz is obviously dirty, having used her power to force Gerrard into the 118, and to remove Mara from HenRen’s custody as well as revoking their foster status. That’s all canon.
We pick up with Toni, Hen’s mom, reaching out to these nice people she met when she lived in Portland years and years ago. They ran a gastropub but she also knew about their other business because Alec was a sweetheart who chatted way too much. She contacts the new Leverage HQ in New Orleans looking for Hardison, and she gets Parker. Who is very interested when she hears about the kid being removed and she shares it with the others, research is done, and, because it’s 911 (which tends to be racially cliche), Ortiz ties into the cartel subplot (her son died from illegal drugs, after all, and there’s also the people trafficking subplot that could be linked).
Cut to Leverage crew showing up in LA and meeting Toni, who hasn’t told Hen about her interference. Parker and Eliot fight over who gets to go undercover at the firehouse, because they need to get rid of Gerrard and figure out his connection to Ortiz. Eliot wins, obviously, simply by asking Parker to put on full gear and carry a 200lb weight.
Parker is Not Happy, but Eliot goes undercover as a new firefighter. He and Eddie hit it off with the whole military slash guilt slash PTSD slash dislike of firearms thing, and Buck is suspicious because they don’t have an opening for another member on their team and also why is this guy being so friendly with Eddie and who cares if he’s from Oklahoma which is next to Texas and they bond over TexMex and country music and Eliot tells Eddie he needs to keep his dog on a leash before it gets bit, and Buck really really hates this new guy who oddly has the same name as a character on Star Trek, according to Chim.
Meanwhile, Breana is sent to work at the city council as an intern who is assigned to Ortiz, while Sophie and Harry work on a cover to get closer to the whole drug slash trafficking thing, and Hardison is working on a project in Cairo but FaceTimes Toni and Parker a few times (showing off his muscles that he’s happened to get while geeking out and not because there’s a new movie role he’s filming in RL), and Parker annoys Eliot by being in his ear every shift, listening to everything and watching what he sees through his nifty camera lenses.
Parker loves Chimney, thinks he’s hilarious, and she doesn’t know why Eliot won’t tell Chim the dad jokes she keeps repeating in his earpiece because she wants to know if Chim thinks she’s funny. She’s also working on the whole foster revocation situation with help from Hardison, but bugging Eliot is a lot more fun. She especially likes to make popcorn for the times when he’s chilling in the loft with his new BFF and said BFF’s BFF. She might be neurodivergent, but she’s not even as fucked up as Buck and Eddie and their whole thing. Breana shares the popcorn when she isn’t working for free and trying to suck up to Ortiz.
In the end, they manage to catch Ortiz, the person on the foster system that did her dirty work, the main cartel players connected to her, and they link Gerrard to them. They give Toni the money they got from the deal, which she explains to Hen and Karen as a lucky lotto win when she gives it to them for Mara and Denny. Eliot quits the 118, but not before locking Buck and Eddie up in the supply closet and telling them work out their UST, damn it, and Bobby comes back as Captain.
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mirimiramiri · 1 year ago
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Be ready for the countless possibilities of the multiverse
The first time I stumbled across the idea of the multiverse was when my dad took me to the movie theatre almost 20 years ago. The title was “What the bleep do we know?”. It explained the basics of quantum physics and how every decision might result in the birth of a new parallel universe.
I loved it immediately.
The concept was used a lot in Star Trek and those were by far my favourite episodes! Come on, Spock with a beard! An evil Kira! And of course a universe in which Starfleet is the most sinister thing! Best Enterprise episodes!
But also when Worf accidentally jumped from universe to universe, every time it’s a bit different (he is married, part of the command staff or one of the few survivors of the Borg reign). Awesome!
I also enjoyed the tour through the Family guy universes with Brian and Stewie (especially… ah no spoilers!) And futurama of course! And Rick and Morty for sure, they took it to a whole new level.
Lately I think multiverses have experienced a renaissance in cinema. With the Spider-Man movies (three peters? I loved it!) and Doctor Strange 2 (I hated that movie so much…) Everything everywhere all at once also took us on one hell of a countless possibilities ride for sure!
I think there is something beautiful, comforting and terrifying about the multiverse idea.
My own take on multiverses in my story is a bit different than Be Ready. I have written, am still writing and will be writing around 7 different universes. At some point they will collide. Looking forward to a bunch of Vans (or is Vani the plural) fighting over who will take the wheel and try to squeeze into a single small Guymilef cockpit. Guess they will have to rock scissor paper that one out.
About the picture: it is my most ambitious yet and took about a month or so? In hindsight I wished a had made the canvas bigger for more Vani and Hitomis. It was inspired by “The black barn”, an excellent graphic novel about parallel universes and time travel I can only recommend. It’s like a Wimmelbild with scenes from the show, the movie and other possibilities. It was so much fun! Thanks for letting me do this @bluetreeleaves
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thegeminisage · 29 days ago
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STAR TREK UPDATE TIME, lest i get behind again. friday we watched voy's "dark frontier" and last night we watched voy's "the disease" and ds9's "inter arna enim silent leges." what a mouthful, and sadly not even the fun sexy kind
dark frontier:
SEVEN OF NINE MY BELOVEDDDDDD
ok, let's get it out of the way: conceptually, the borg queen doesn't make any sense. the borgs aren't individuals. that is half the point of them. (the other half of the point is brainwashed cyborgs. don't worry about it.) if the queen has goals, even something so base as "assimilate everything," that negates the point. if she plays mind games and flirts with seven of nine that is not the action of a collective but of One Borg. however, i am willing to forget about it because, and this is crucial, borg queen hot. mind games and flirting with seven hot. using janeway's words hot. 10/10
also 10/10: how freaked out seven is listening to all these people get assimilated. NEVER FORGET SHE IS FULL OF GHOSTS
not 10/10: flashing in this ep. there was so much flashing i ran out of room to write the flashing lights timestamps on my fucking gum wrapper. good lord
also, i feel like seven's parents were bad parents? they followed the borg cube's slipstream KNOWING there was little to no chance they'd ever make their way back to earth, and they were doing something totally unheard of and dangerous, and yet...they took their child with them? could they not have left her with a relative or something?? this seems like negligent parenting
also, i note that whenever little annika is like scared or having trouble sleeping her dad will only stop and comfort her if he notices it/if it interferes with his work. like, we know what his first priority is and it's not his kid. her mom was a LITTLE better, but she still was out here doing this with a baby on board
like, as adults, mom and dad can consent to being in that dangerous situation in the pursuit of science if they really believe it's worth risking their lives for. no matter if we think it's a dumb idea or a brave idea, it's their right. she didn't have a choice at all, and then the borg took even more choices from her
hence i believe her dad did kind of deserve to stay assimilated forever. on the fence about her mom. but it's fucked up that they couldn't save him - that they didn't even have time for seven to consider saying "wait take dad too" or "where's mom" or anything - and then also that she's just not gonna mention to anyone ever that she knows her parents are consigned to a near-eternity as borg (who do not die as easily as people do).
also, kind of a bad look for janeway to be like...damn who knew going through all your parents things would retraumatize you? that said, i DID like the moment where neelix gently expressed his envy over how much seven had left of her parents, because quite literally all he has left is one image of one family member. i don't think either of them are wrong for the way they feel, especially considering seven's parents let her get assimilated/failed to protect her, and the episode didn't try to push us to think one of them was.
finally, let's not forget chakotay pointing out one of janeway's tells (fiddling with her combade). she literally has two love interests.
overall, fantastic fucking time. i LOVE seven of nine
the disease (voy):
god this one sucked so bad
why are harry kim's episodes always something to do with a girl? i feel like the time travel episode is the only one who skipped this convention, and even then, they still gave a random girl to chakotay, so you have to wonder if she was originally harry's gf instead
anyway, they totally made up this "don't fuck the aliens" rule for this episode, right? riker fucks aliens all the time. you COULD say known aliens like in the alpha quadrant might have more lax rules and it's just for a first contact sitch, but...riker has fucked an alien on first contact too (albeit in a situation that was highly dubiously consensual), and of course was out here doing that right and left, though that could be excused as tos weirdness.
like you have to ask your captain AND your doctor before you fuck?? what??? what if it's just like second base???
anyway it made janeway look like a huge asshole. again.
and sorry, if the point of this episode was "love can be like a disease and people stay in relationships for bad reasons" why did seven come in in the end like "love is good thank you for showing em the truth harry kim" like what the fuck was that?
i think the point of this episode should have been "harry kim has grown up and gets to have depth now" except no he hasn't and no he doesn't and so that conversation was just a little afterthought because they'd had that exact conversation as an afterthought in harry kim episodes before. sigh.
inter arna enim silent leges (ds9):
i kinda liked the first section 31 episode, so idk why i hated this one so much
like i was all damn what are people complaining about yes this goes againstt he spirit of tos but it's good tv
maybe the difference is this wasn't good tv. it feels like a worse and more boring version of in the pale moonlight - romulans, secret dealings, assassination plots. this one just has less garak, less sisko, and more sloan
something about sloan REALLY annoys me. he's very unlikable. in the first episode this was fine because he was the bad guy but in this episode when we're kind of working with him, even if he's still the bad guy, he's on our team, and that's too much sloan. small doses, please
the twist also felt very dumb. like, they got him with a transporter before the phaser could kill him? i saw right through that one even while it was happening. the only real surprise was that that romulan was working for starfleet
it also sucks that the second most interesting character, the romulan senator or whoever, didn't have more to say or do and basically only existed to prove how shady sloan is
i liked julian yelling at him, alexander siddig CAN act, but that was one of the only interest parts of the episode. that and like the genetically enhanced mentions. the rest was saaaaur boring
TONIGHT: voy's "course: oblivion" and "the fight."
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omgpurplefattie · 9 months ago
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WIP Wednesday
I have two WIPs I am writing at the moment, the Mysterious Lotus Casebook Star Trek AU and the last instalment of my modern AU; so have a bit of both:
from Tomb Raiding for Beginners, chapter 5:
Fang Duobing dragged his eyes back up to the Klingon’s face, his almost translucent eyes of a color like warm amber, and his very insolent smirk. “You’re A-Fei,” he said, lamely. “Li Lianhua made oven gloves from parts of your uniform, and your AI runs our ship. He’s a very excellent AI and does a great job. Well done, A-Fei.” Fang Duobing stood, and stretched. Li Lianhua was picking up books from around the room, but only very few of them ended up in his bag. Apparently, his boasts about knowing ancient Nanyin had not been exaggerated. “Why don’t you take those?” Fang Duobing asked when Li Lianhua put several slim green volumes back down. “This was the command center of a science station,” Li Lianhua said. “What books do you think they would have had on hand? Manuals of emergency protocols, references for programming languages or communication codes. Very interesting for researchers, I am sure, but not really useful for me. I am already taking everything on stellar cartography as well as references to non-Nanyin languages.” “Programming languages please,” A-Fei said, holding out his hand. Li Lianhua handed him a hefty stack of dog-eared books which the Klingon took without flinching. “I am going to re-integrate my AI using Nanyin machinery,” he explained to Fang Duobing, “so all references are useful. I don’t want to harm your friend Wuyan. My own copy hasn’t gained sentience.” So that was the copy Li Lianhua had mentioned earlier. “Your copy was in the cat? The cat is an electronic device, not a person?” “Congratulations,” Li Lianhua said, “the contestant gets 99 points. For a hundred points, he might win a sonic toothbrush.” A-Fei threw a small book at him; Fang Duobing followed with half a broken Nanyin pen from a nearby console. “Good to see you have a similar opinion about his sense of humor,” A-Fei nodded. “We’ll be able to get on, aboard your so-called ship.”
from Detoxify, chapter 31:
Lan Hui had a secret passion for old cartoons where animal people did ridiculously dangerous things to each other and still weren’t hurt at the end; but he could see why the grown-ups didn’t think them valuable for building, well, their kids’ values, so green-haired wood sprites it was. He had a little TV on the computer in his own room now, and there he could watch silly old animal cartoons about greedy cats and clever mice with A-Liu as much as they both liked. “If you feel that A-Liu is uneasy about something you are watching, stop the show,” A-Fei had explained, “otherwise, just go ahead and watch fun things instead of educational ones.” A-Fei knew best how to take care of a kid that had been unhappy in their life before, because he had been unhappy in a very similar way when he was a kid, which was a long time ago and in China. “And look what a great guy you have become!” Lan Hui had said, and A-Liu had giggled and hugged A-Fei. A-Fei, whom he ought to call Di-gege because he was a grown-up, but he’d first heard of him as A-Fei, back on Halloween in the coffee shop near where Teddy’s dad lived. A-Fei who didn’t really like kids because when he had been a kid, all the kids around him had been little monsters, and so had he been (he said). But on both points, exceptions were made for Lan Hui, and now also for Feng Yangliu, who was called A-Liu for short.
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empressofthelibrary · 7 months ago
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Tell me about Jamie and Rachel
......Okay, I've been trying to keep my mouth shut about them because I'm worried I'll lose the motivation to write if I spill the beans, but... When I look at the pace I'm actually writing at, I might not get there until I literally retire. So... Here we go. Spoilers ahead, obviously.
Long story short, they're Bailey and Dick's daughters. I'm not sure how obvious that was, but I'd be shocked if nobody had put that together yet, honestly. And they might be from another dimension. They hatched from eggs that grew from a plant Bailey got as a wedding gift from the girls' fairy godmother.
...I'm gonna explain everything, but it's a helluva ride, so buckle up. Time travel is heavily involved, so be warned. It gets confusing.
The earliest seeds of this start not in Bailey's relationship with Dick, exactly, but with a cryptic warning from a random blonde girl with a very strong grip and intense orange eyes. She tells Bailey to "stay away from the peacock man" and... Vanishes back into the crowd.
Bailey brushes it off as a prank from some weird kid.
Fast forward a little bit, and Bailey gets called in to body-double for Princess Lydia of Valdania. The country is in political turmoil, Lyd is announcing a marriage of state, the risk of assassination attempts is high. There's a masquerade ball involved, because what's the point of fanfic if not self-indulgence, and Bailey encounters a man dressed as a peacock. She has completely forgotten the warning from the weird kid, but her "bodyguard" steps in before she can accept this wierdo's request for a dance. That becomes important later, I promise.
At some point, through some kind of Star Trek Bullshit, I'm sending Bailey into the 30th century. Someone else needs to be with her; it can't be Wally, for obvious reasons. She gets back with the help of Cary Wren, the GL of the time, but... Cary misses the target by about a decade. Bailey lands about ten-to-fifteen years ahead of when she left, practically in the lap of a twenty-something Lian. (Lian is growing up normal, fuck canon, this whole "Shoes" thing is stupid.) Bailey panics once she realizes she's not when she's supposed to be, and who she's looking at. She's familiar enough with the scifi genre to know that finding out your own future is bad. Lian is trying to do damage control, making sure Bailey learns as little as possible, while still getting her home. But she can't keep a perfect lid on things, and Bailey comes face to face with a very curious child -- One with red-gold curls framing her freckled face, a gaptoothed grin, and giant, almond-shaped eyes, blue as cornflowers.
Everyone freezes. Chris -- now also an adult -- scoops the child away as fast as he can. Bailey does not understand the tension in the room. She has a niece, clearly. That kid looked exactly like her nephew Aiden did at her age. Obviously Phoebe had another kid. Why a civilian child is here is a mystery, but she's trying really hard not to think about that.
The other person on the adventure with her points out the obvious. Bailey laughs it off -- It's pretty much physically impossible for her to have kids. And who would the dad even be? She'd be an awful mother besides. Nah, no way. That cycle ends here. (The thought had crossed her mind, but it scared the shit out of her, so she shoved it down deep.)
Fast forward a bit. Bailey freaks out and runs away from an actual relationship beginning with Dick, because change is hard and scary and good things never stay and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah commitment. I've talked about this a little.
To be more specific, she runs away to space with Kyle. While in space with Kyle, the party runs afoul of a Black Mercy. Bailey gets sucked into a dream. She's married to Dick, and has been for fourteen years. They're both going gray, getting old. Together. They have a little yellow house with a porch swing and a picket fence. There's a shelter cat, a cranky old-as-hell ginger tabby with one good eye. The sidewalk is covered in chalk drawings.
And they have two fantastic, adorable, smartmouthed daughters. Jamie's older, eleven, and already almost as tall as her father. Rachel is six, and steals the chocolate chips from the pancakes Dick makes on Sundays. They're both bright, compassionate, opinionated girls, so full of light and life and joy. Jamie has Bailey's righteous anger and outspoken nature. Rachel has Dick's quick mind and mischievous tendencies. Bailey loves them, loves this life, so much. It's everything she's ever wanted. Everything she didn't realize she wanted. Everything she was afraid to let herself want.
But she does. She wants it so, so much.
And then Zyzzanyx, the imp she'd... encountered... previously (that's another post) pops in. Explains that she's gonna die if she doesn't make herself wake up -- that Kyle and Laney and the others are gonna get hurt if she doesn't help them. And Bailey has to let it all go.
(The Man Who Has Everything did not do enough exploration of the long-term psychological ramifications of this concept to suit me, okay?)
Bailey is deeply shaken by this dream. She starts to realize that she does want to be a parent, but the idea of stability and putting down roots still scares the hell out of her. It takes someone else pointing out that she's already basically adopted Lanos, the amnesiac navcom AI who is from another Earth, for her to really start to come around to the idea.
...This is what leads to her freakout that has her knocking on Ollie's door at four in the morning, unleashing a wall of text, and recounting the whole tale so far over several bowls of chili.
Unfortunately, Laney leaves. Bailey doesn't really have a stable place to share with a teenager, and... Lanos has a big sister to get to know, and a whole new universe to explore. They stay in contact, but it's a bit like sending your kid off to boarding school.
Shortly after that, she leaves for Los Angeles. She doesn't really have anywhere to stay, having lost her apartment while in space, and she's been couch surfing. Bette offers her a proper room in her penthouse apartment in LA, and a chance to rebuild the Titans West. Bailey takes her up on it. Staying in the Gotham/Metropolis/NYC area was too close to Bludhaven and Dick anyway; the further away she could get from him, the better.
From there, the next big chapter we get in this saga is what I refer to as the Little Mercies Arc. And this one I need to do a lot of research before I write, I know. But essentially, someone is making designer drugs derived from a Black Mercy they got ahold of and embiggified to a truly dangerous degree. You know those century-old rhododendron bushes that are the size of a small car? It's like that. But Bailey and Jason take this person down, and burn the stash.
...Or. Most of the stash, anyway. Bailey picks up a single sleeve of the Little Mercies. She tells herself it's for research. Study. Finding out how it was made. But it's not. She knows it's not.
She misses her daughters. She misses the life she could have lived, if she hadn't fucked things up with Dick. She's only human, after all.
You can see where that's going.
Bailey stabilizes, gets some help, starts getting better. She gets more involved with the local community, doing volunteer work and stuff; that was Ollie's idea, and it's a good one. She forms connections with people, even starting a new relationship with an old acquaintance, Jonah Pavoni -- a nurse, formerly from Central, who helped her decide to take up being a superhero.
...Cut ahead about... Twentyish years or so. Metropolis. Four teenagers in spandex are in hot pursuit of a man in a peacock-themed outfit. They are:
A speedster in green -- Kickstart, also known as Trenton Swift; currently the second-youngest ward of the West-Allen clan, until his parents can be found.
An acrobat in blue-and-black -- Madcap, Blythe Phillips; daughter of forcibly-retired minor-league supervillains Punch and Jewlee, seeking to redeem her family name through vigilantism.
A blonde Kryptonian girl with orange eyes -- Liora of Kandor, once Liora Tyr-Van; an escapee of the bottled city, hoping to find a way to unshrink her people before their resources run out. I'm leaning towards Spitfire for a name.
And at the front of this quartet, a young archer, black-haired, blue-eyed, and both enraged and terrified. Rachel Marion Grayson-Adler, Fledgling, third-generation superhero. She's eager to prove herself, and desperate to stop the man ahead of them.
He's headed for the Jules Verne Museum, after the time-bubble Clark donated, the one he used to visit the 30th Century growing up. If he gets ahold of it, if he jumps back to when he wants... It could literally wipe her family out of existence.
Unfortunately, they don't make it. The guy gets away with the time-bubble. So what do a bunch of 15-17yos do to solve this problem?
Steal the other time-bubble from the Flash Museum, obviously.
They leap into the timestream after him, but none of them know how to pilot the dang thing. Ray and Liora are trying to shoot the other bubble down. Blythe is hitting random buttons because one of these things has to help, right? Trent is just trying to steer while the three girls move around the tiny, cramped ship.
...Both bubbles crash. All five time-travellers are now scattered along the timeline. And this is where it gets confusing, so stay with me.
Blythe lands on a random rooftop in Gotham, just before the whole thing with the dragon-wizard from another dimension. That is also its own post. But that happens after Bailey gets back from space but before Laney heads out.
Liora tumbles into the middle of Bailey's team-up with Kara, Bette, and Shayera. She helps, but she also has to gtfo because the giant robot dinosaur they're fighting is kryptonite-powered.
Trent... Actually snaps back to the time they left, and goes for help in the form of the Team's Designated Older Siblings, Jamie and Wade.
Rachel crashes into the middle of the West-Park dining table, appearing out of thin air, at roughly the same time Bailey is getting her head back on straight.
And the other guy, the one they were chasing? His bubble lands in the wrong time, but not too far off the mark. He's outside a small volunteer clinic in Keystone City. It doesn't take much use of his touch-telepathy to steal the knowledge, training, and clothes of an unlucky nurse, a witness to the crash, and he slides in seamlessly. He's now Jonah Pavoni, RN.
Jonah's plan all along was to steal the time-bubble and go back to before the love of his life -- the woman who saved him, the brilliant, shining angel, the ethereal wonder he's loved since childhood -- before she married some asshole who didn't deserve her. When he crashed in the wrong place and time, he didn't know if he'd ever find her again. But three days later, the Pied Piper drags her in. She's injured, but the wounds are more mental than physical. Of course -- his goddess couldn't be brought down so easily. She just needs... A little encouragement. A nudge or two. He can help with that.
It's like fate brought him exactly when and where he needed to be, placed him in an even better position to convince Bailey of his devotion. Now nothing could keep them apart -- not the misalignment of their ages, not distance, not that stupid neglectful jackass. No, now he could be here for Bailey, from the very beginning, building her up, adoring her, showing her the worship she deserves. Finally, he could be hers, and she could be his. As it was always meant to be.
...Man's a little bit not right in the head.
Blythe and Liora are trying to find their friends, and worrying about Jonah later. Liora crosses paths with Bailey once, and in the interest of still having her best friend to find, tries to warn Bailey to be careful. It doesn't work that well.
Rachel, however, needs to find Jonah right now immediately. While also keeping her identity secret from her extended family and avoiding the hell out of anyone who might recognize her, so she doesn't Marty McFly herself out of existence. She's a walking ball of anxiety, my poor lanky dorito girl.
Wally would like to help, but she keeps saying she isn't allowed to talk to him about it and there are time-travel rules and he has no fucking clue who this sassy lost child is but she called him Uncle Wally so clearly she's family of some kind. But his family is really damn big, and he doesn't know who he's supposed to help her avoid. She's an archer with super strength, she might be Roy and Donna's kid? Somehow? But she also used the phrase "Uncle Clark," and her eyes are really blue, and she has that dorky little forehead curl -- Kon has weird time-travelling clone daughters, right? And... He and Bart are close...?
While all that is going on, Trent, Jamie, and Wade arrive in the present day. They're in Gotham. It's a full moon. On Friday night. Naturally, things are going sideways all over the city. The addition of two speedsters and an acrobat are easy enough to hide. ... For a bit. Eventually they get spotted by the local nosy busybodies. Wade is completely unfazed by the arrival of the bat, Trent is mildly shocked to see Mr. Wayne still in the suit, and Jamie is dying because that's her grandpa how could this go any wronger.
More bats show up, that's how. Including Dick.
They eventually nab Blythe -- who has been having fun stopping criminals, harassing the local vigilantes, and bonding with Steph in the few months she's been stranded -- and as they're trying to leave, Dick puts it all together. He has a daughter. From a future that, after Bailey literally left the planet to avoid putting a name on whatever was happening between them, seems unreachable.
Things get emotional, obviously, and moreso when they part. Jamie can't stick around, she has to find the others. No, Dick can't help, he's already figured out too much and putting the fabric of spacetime at risk. Or something.
Dick, reluctantly, lets them leave to go find Liora. I'm not totally sure where she's been during all this, but I'm batting a few ideas around. They grab her and set to finding Rachel.
While all this is happening, Jonah reveals the full truth to Bailey. He's the kid she saved in her latest adventure. He's been in love with her for two decades, since that fateful moment. He's crossed time and space and warped the laws of reality just to be with her. He'd planned to just come back to this point, but what he'd gotten -- this chance to get to know her, to watch her become the hero he always admired -- it was more than he ever could have dreamed.
And now, now they could be together. He's finally repaired the time bubble. They can sweep away to the time he left, have a life together. He's waited for her for so long, can't she see how much he adores her? Won't she be his?
...Bailey, on her end, has had a series of bombs dropped on her. By a guy she's not even sure she can call her boyfriend yet. Ending in what sure as hell sounds like a proposal? And he... Might be a kid?? She says no, like any sane person would, with a few expletives thrown in.
Jonah does not like this answer. He didn't want it to go like this, but... He reaches for Bailey. If she won't love him willingly, he'll just make it happen.
THWIP!
Suddenly there's an arrow sticking through Jonah's palm.
"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HER," Rachel screams, barely clinging to her vantage point.
A fight naturally ensues. I don't have it choreographed well, but we wind up with all three parties -- Bailey and Jonah; Rachel and Wally; Jamie, Wade, Trent, Liora, and Blythe -- all in the same space. During the chaos, Rachel falls from some great height, while injured. Bailey dives after her.
It's too great a fall for her to survive, if she can't recover. And with her wounded -- maybe Jonah has, like, feather-shaped daggers and he stuck one in her side? -- she can't do much. Bailey is trying, but she can't quite reach --
-- and then two feathered wings, shining a brilliant gold, like flame and sunrise, unfurl from Rachel's back.
Ray scrambles to pull up, flapping awkwardly, moving on instinct alone. She pulls up, rising into the air, crowing and laughing and on one hell of an adrenaline high. Bailey helps her get back to the others. Ray gets patched up. There's celebration and relief and joy. Someone makes a "Literal Flying Grayson" joke. Wally still wants an explanation, please and thank you?
Once all that gets shook out, Bailey turns to Jonah. He tried to kill her daughter. He is a threat to her girls, and he won't stop until he's stopped permanently. Clearly, there's only one thing to do.
Wally steps in, trying to plead for mercy. Bailey laughs, and agrees. She'll show him mercy, alright.
...Remember that giant mega Black Mercy? It went into the care of one Dr. Pamela Isley, retired since her wedding to Harley, and considered mostly rehabilitated. Her indoor garden has a real nice skylight.
So yeah. Bailey can show him a little mercy, alright.
There's a whole lotta crying as the time-travellers make their goodbyes. Bailey tries to put on a brave face, because you gotta for your kids, but she doubts she'll ever see their future. But she's so, so proud of them, and she loves them so much.
Fast-forward a bit again. Throughout Bailey and Dick patching things up and figuring out a relationship for real, there's a whole lot of dramatic tension as they both try to keep their mouths shut about the possible future they've both seen, but don't know the other one knows about. Bailey is scared to death that Dick would be with her for that future -- only a possibility she doesn't even know how to reach -- and not for anything inherent to her, and Dick doesn't want to put any pressure on Bailey and make her run away again. It's a whole thing! But they do work it out, and... Well, wedding bells do ring.
And Bailey gets a very unusual wedding gift from Zyzzanyx, her old ally. A small chest, containing what sure looks like two tulip bulbs. Zazz explains that these'll grow into the girls, so... She and Dick can plant 'em when they're ready. It's old magic, and it'll take a drop of blood from each parent, but, well. She's fond of the little rugrats too, she guesses. And watching Bailey be miserable about not having them is, y'know, depressing or whatever.
Bailey thanks Zazz for this, and releases the imp from her life-debt. (Like I said, that's it's own post; this is already a mile long.)
The girls eventually happen. Jamie is roughly of an age with Wade, less than a year younger. Ray is born about five years after that, I think. They grow up safe and happy and loved, with a phenomenally huge number of aunts and uncles and grandparents.
There are many arguments and discussions regarding youthful vigilantism and sidekickery, but once again, Bailey cannot stop the future. It's allowed, but under very strict conditions regarding school and social lives. Jamie begins training at age fifteen, taking on the name Dawnbird, and patrolling with her dad.
Rachel learns archery from Aunt Cissie, and then from Uncle Roy and Grandpa Ollie, when she won't be deterred from masking up once she turns fifteen. She uses Fledgeling as her moniker, one of her mother's nicknames for her, as something of an olive branch. Bailey relents and lets Ray be her partner.
I could go on, but I think this post is long enough as is. Most of the rest of what I have is bits and pieces and fun facts anyway. If there's anything anyone's curious about or wants me to elaborate on -- or if you need a diagram, 'cause I got a little Charlie Day here -- my askbox is open!
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vmures · 1 year ago
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Thinking about a post I reblogged earlier and you know what I'd love to see more head-canons of? Favorite middle-aged characters who also spend a good bit of time online, who are gamers, who have tumblrs, who write and read fanfiction.
Depending on what age you go with for Peter Hale (cause lord knows JD didn't give us anything that makes sense when it comes to ages for the Teen Wolf characters), if you put him at roughly the same age as the actor who plays him, he's basically just a few years older than I am. Which means we'd have been in high school and college in the same era. I could totally see Peter getting into Buffy fanfic focused on Spike. I could just as easily see him rediscovering his love for fandom after everything settles down. I can also see him being an epic shitposter on reddit and tumblr.
Coach Finstock probably has an obsession with cute animal memes and funny videos. He also probably gets into arguments with people on twitter over the most ridiculous things.
There is so much of a character's life that we don't see onscreen, and I get so tired of the idea those of us who are middle aged and older who happen to be active in online spaces are an aberration and that there is no way that Character X could ever know certain things or do certain things because their "old." There are a lot more of us online you might think.
My dad, who would have been 71 this year, would have been delighted about a new Witcher game. He was an active gamer my whole life and got me into that. He was also the one that got me into scifi/fantasy stuff. There are still OG Star Trek fanfic writers that are around and active on tumblr and in fandom spaces.
Sometimes I wonder if part of the problem is that some people assume that since they aren't super interested in learning about the past, that older folks are not super interested in learning about the present. But some of us have learned that the best way to live life is to keep learning. Learn things you didn't know about the past. Learn fun and interesting things about the present. Ponder about what we might learn in the future. Life is a rich tapestry of knowledge and experiences, and the words "always" and "never" very rarely actually apply. We do ourselves a disserve when we deem anything outside of our own experience or knowledge base impossible.
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fourthreee · 1 year ago
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Saw a post a while back about favourite and least favourite bits of star trek and I wanted to join in. So here's my two cents :
Original Star Trek
Favourite: Spock. Bones. Scotty. Uhura. Kirk. Chapel. Sulu. Chekov. EVERYONE. The sets. The lighting. The camp. The blatant homoeroticism. The do or die for each other crew. That time they found an alien that was just a pomeranian wearing fancy headgear. The fact that every episode is self contained and ends with a little bit where everyone stands around the conn and chats. Leonard Nimoy. Sulu with a sword. Sulu the rest of the time.EVERYONE. This is my favourite trek, and the one I return to over and over again. First trek is best trek.The bell bottom trousers and cuban heel knee high boots. More kinky boots, modern trek, d'ya hear me? More kinky boots.
Least favourite: When the show reveals how terribly it can abandon everything that makes it good. Of all the episodes, there's about a third I just cannot watch. Times where they fill it full of weird christian metaphor.
TNG
Favourite: Geordie and Data. And Spot. I keep trying to watch this but I've only ever seen A Fistful of Datas. IT was great. And horribly horribly slow. (oh. And one where Picard chases bandits through the ship armed only with a saddle and while dodging a laser car wash. That one was great. Except for when I rewatched this as an adult. When it was horrifying.)
Least favourite: Invented the holodeck which gets used too much later and which always confuses me. Can't watch holodeck episodes without obsessing over how it works. Everything is carpeted and it panics me. Why are there wall to wall carpets in the future. In high traffic areas. Also it was genrerally too slow and difficult to watch. And whil I love Hornblower I have neither a headmaster nor a Naval Captain fetish, so Picard never does it for me.
DS9
Favourites: Everyone. Everyone together. I want Sisko to be my dad. Or my friend. Or my Captain. All of the above. Julian Bashir trans icon. Jadzia Dax trans icon. Everyone is poly and queer. Ferengi episodes. Kira Nerys lesbian energy. Every 36 hours I turn into a liquid. I can swim. The whole Odo marrying Lwxwna episode. Our Man Bashir. He was more than a hero. He was a Union Man. It's written all over his back.
Least favourite : When they switched to serialised I do struggle to keep watching. Taking away Kira's butch haircut and stompy boots. Show never recovered from that. Any time they give Kira a beard. I've never finished the series bc I couldnt face the Julian/parents arc or the Jadzia death/Julian and Ezri thing. When they stopped Andrew Robinson from being on screen with Siddig El Fadil. Any time Dukat got more than a minute airtime. Any executive decision Rick Berman made.
Voyager:
Favourites: Seven of 9. Harry Kim. Janeway. B'elanna. The time they all opereated the French Resistance out of a bar. Stand alone episodes. The time Janeway definitely slept with Amerlia Earhart. The time Janeway ran around in a dirty singlet with a big gun. That episode where they hide the telepaths in the buffers of the transporters to sneak past a moustache twirling villain while Janeway flirts with him like they're both opponent pirate captains with insane homoerotic tension. Ther's coffee in that nebula.
Least favourites: The Doctor. Seven not getting a uniform. Tom Paris any time he's not just Harry Kim's boyfriend. Janeway's inconsistent characterisation. The fact that phages might be a real world last line defence against antibiotic resistance but thanks to voyager it will always terrify me. I've never made it to the end because Tom/B'elanna was too hard to watch and I didn't know how to deal with them actually getting home. Ithink they never should have. Any executiev decision Rick Berman made.
Enterprise:
Favourites: I have seen two episodes and Hoshi Sato has my heart forever. Phlox is great. Tight-wound angry queer british guy can stay too. Travis is great. Theme song is terrible and I love it. It's so incongruent. Sounds like the sort of country song you listen to while committing suicide in the bathtub. Can't stop singing it. The fact that it killed Rick Berman's career.
Least favourite: Everything else. The dog in particular. Why is it there. Why is it soulless. Poor Jolene Blalock. Why are their uniforms so bad. I love a jumpsuit but they didn't colour code them properly! Every executive decision Rick Berman made.
JJ Abrams:
Favourites: Nothing. This is terrible.. If you can't make up you own characters why are you butchering my boys. Go away.
Least Favorites: Trying to remake wrath of Khan (the worst movie with the original cast imo) without even bothering to buiild the relationship that makes us care. Why is he still white? Why are they in a brewery? Why is Pike a hot dad now? He's a wreck of the american masculine heroic ideal who exists as a counterpoint to Kirk. If tumblr wants to make his doomed ass a poor little meow meow fine. JJ Abrams shouldnt put him in his movie. Every exectuive decision they made about women in this movie. Making Sulu gay in massive disrespect to Takei's depiction of him and Takei's own acting skills. Making everyone else straight in the worst possible way. Pretending miniskirts in 2009 meant the same thing as in 1969. Also I stoppped after the first couple because it was starting to feel like i was just doing to make myself mad. Blue orbs. The fact their chracterisation feels like if you'd never seen star trek but a cabbie had explained it you once badly, and the fact that literally WAS WHAT HAPPENED
Oh wait. Leonard Nimoy cameo. only good thing.
Discovery.
Favourites: Wanted to love it. Couldn't see what was going on because it was too dark. Everytime I tried in spite of that I fell in love with many parts of it, then they immediately fucked it over. Michael Burnham? In jail for unfair reasons. Cap. Georgiou? Dead. Burnham should be Captain, and I think she still isn't. I don't know I couldnt see. Etc etc. Apparently it gets better but It's too serialised to start in the middle.
Least Favourites: Too dark. Bad uniforms (Why would you bring back the ENTERPRISE uniforms of all things?) The fact that klingons are now middle eastern coded so that they still align with the zeitgeist of who we're being xenophobic again right now. (OOHscary FIGHTYculture is Russian. No WAIT black. NO middle eastern. yeah) Jason Isaacs. I liike my villains NOT on the crew. Personal preference but it's just not my kind of star trek when it's this dark. Thematically and visually. Why does EVERYONE have to be related to Spock (ok this one dates back to tos and it's annoying if funny there too)
Lower Decks: I don't do this format of cartoons.
Prodigy: Favourite: its a kids show and has those priorities but I had a surprising amount of fun. Usually I don't do animation but this is relatively watchable.Despite feeling like it's also star wars and Indiana Jones and a ton of other types of story all at once, they also captured Star Trek better than any of the other modern ones. Janeway. Og murph. Wesley Crusher cameo. REFERENCE TO OPERATION ANNIHILATE MY BELOVED!
Least Favourites: Janeway being given physiology of a Barbie doll. Murph being turned from a intelligent adult slug with dog energy into a pointless toddler. It would have been kinder to kill him. Desynchronization of voice and face in a way that makes it tiring to watch (I'm just fussy about animation). Janeway in a singlet revival ruined by aforementioned Barbie physique. Give me older fatter buffer Janeway!
SNW:
Too dark to see. Also stop just redoing the original characters. Make your own. For years now I get excited about new Star Trek and it ALWAYS either too dark to see or too animated to see or just about tos characters done badly. At which point I'll just go watch tos. Also remember when Star Trek uniforms actually looked futuristic? Yeah, me too. I know everyone likes this one there's probably a lot of good in it but I can't get into it.
Turn the lights back on and maybe we can talk. And at least Rick Berman isn't involved.
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purgetrooperfox · 2 months ago
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From looking at my dash lately I have collected that this wolf 365 something or other is 1) about space and stuff 2) a podcast, is this correct? My dad has made me watch his favorite movies with him (so things like the matrix and 2001 and space odyssey). I liked those movies and this seems like it might be similar, so I am interested and want to know were I can find this 👀
hello! yes! wolf 359 is a sci fi podcast that I'd wager draws inspiration from star trek, nerds in space get put in situations :) our lovable crew is on a scientific surveillance mission in orbit around the titular red dwarf wolf 359, our mc is a communications officer who speaks largely in pop culture references, I love him, I care the whole crew so much, this is such a good podcast. it's so well written, it's funny it's spooky it's everything
you can find it on spotify or uhhh apple music presumably? looks like it's on youtube music?
please come chat with me about it if you end up listening!! I just finished it and my brain is rotting about it 🫶🫶🫶
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evelynndecipio-blog · 4 months ago
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June 29th, 2020.
Dear Nightingale, 
I’m sorry for taking so long to reply. For the entirety of June, I’ve been keeping my head in the books. I’m not exactly a good student – not currently, at least – but I really wanted to do well in the final exams. Call it an epiphany or whatever. While I was fine failing homework and such, I just couldn’t bring myself to flunk the finals. Ever since our exams have ended, I’ve been busy freaking out about the fact that I could possibly fail. I think I’m over it now, though. Maybe. I just have to do better next year. If there is a next year. Can we be held back at Hogwarts? I’m thinking that might be a possibility for me.
I love it all. The coast, the mountains, the city. I’m not overly picky about where I stay. But you’re right. There’s really something about the coast that’s just special. I don’t know if it’s because I’m biased or not, but there’s no way I could choose anywhere over the sight of the ocean. Your old home sounds like a quiet place, but I think you’d enjoy Brighton. During the off-season, the beaches are calmer than usual, and you’d definitely get your fix of salty air. I’d also recommend Southwold or Shanklin if you’re itching for a road trip. It’s nothing compared to Brighton, I’ve heard, but the vibe is the same.
Cassiopeia is a pretty name. I think I heard it mentioned in Astronomy, but I’m not sure. Even after I decided to study up, I struggled with that subject. Gosh, it would be amazing to ride across this landscape, wouldn’t it? I’m usually looking at it from the Astronomy Tower windows, but I can imagine how amazing it would be to take your horse out for a spin. You could head to Hogsmeade on your own, ahah! I thought it would feel like freedom to come here, but it’s not like that at all. I guess it makes sense. We’re only kids, after all. But the feeling of just trekking across the highlands – unbeatable.
I wish I could bring a dog. It would be just like having a best friend. A cat would do nicely, but I think I wouldn’t like their reserved nature. Too much like me. I get the owl struggle, even though I don’t really send letters home. But if I did, relying on the school owls wouldn’t make me feel good. I bet they’re pretty overworked. Owls are pretty, though. I think it would suit you well.
Your mother sent you to boarding school for the summer? Or was this before Hogwarts? I’m sorry that your relationship is strained. I think we’re in pretty similar positions, though. When my family and I found out that I was a witch, it unearthed some long-kept secrets of my mother’s past. Now I think my family’s bond is beyond repair. I haven’t heard from my father in months and while I’ll probably see my mother everyday over the summer, I doubt I’ll pluck up the courage to speak with her. I don’t want to speak with her. I can’t help but think that she ruined everything. But I think its good that both our mothers can still take care of us at the end of the day. A lot of people aren’t that lucky.
My mother was never my confident. She was amazing and I loved watching movies with her, but I could always talk to my father. It sounds like your mother and my father are pretty similar. He’s big into fantasy too and yes, D&D is our favourite game. We used to make up our own Star Trek games before they released an official one. But once my father found out about me, he bolted. I blame him, but I don’t. It’s confusing. I think he would have liked all this magic stuff if he stuck around, but I guess I’ll never know. If this question is too personal, please ignore it. Have you ever felt like your life was better or worse growing up without a father? I don’t think I’ll ever see mine again. He was a big part of my life and now he’s just gone. I don’t know how to deal with it.
I wish I could have stayed and fought at the ball, though. Maybe it’s the fantasy nerd in me speaking, but to leave so quickly felt cowardly. I felt like I was being my dad and I don’t like that one bit. Still, I know it’s better for me to have escaped. It’s probably insensitive to those who were injured to want to fight. I bet there are others who don’t feel like they belong here, but they’re just hiding under their happy guises. I don’t blame them for keeping it hidden, but I do wish I didn’t feel so alone in my thinking and it’s nice to know that I’m not actually alone.
I get what you’re saying about the overlapping planes of existence. It’s crazy to see people suffering from the ball go straight into exam mode. It’s sad to admit that I’m one of those people. I guess it might be a coping mechanism to them, but during finals week it felt like the ball had never happened. If this is what the magical world supposed to be like, maybe I get your mother’s apprehension, just a little bit.
I’m not sure if “acting fake” is the best way to go about making friends, but it’s definitely better than moping around like I do. You’re trying and I really admire that. And hey, you’re bound to meet those few people you can just be yourself with. They’ll come along sooner or later. In fact, I really enjoy writing to you. It feels like I’m letting out all my frustrations into the void, but I know there’s another living, breathing person at the other end which makes me feel a lot less alone. It’s okay that you don’t want to meet, and I get that you have a lot to lose. I’m not sure I’m ready for that either because you’re the first person I’ve told any of these things to. Not even my family knows how I feel. I’m just glad to be able to talk to you in some capacity.
You’re not assuming too much. Write to me any time you want over the summer. Whether things get worse with your mum or better, I’ll be here to listen.
Set phasers to send us home, Captain Kirk.
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Feb 28
Dear Dad,
OH MY GOD!!!
APPARENTLY! TELEPORTING IS A THING!
They teleported us! We are safely teleported to a new location! 
Teleportation! 
We got teleported here! 
It was so weird. It felt so very, very weird. 
Like getting pins and needles over your entire body, even on the inside, but only for like 2 seconds. And then it was gone, but phantom tingles remained. 
Also, I didn’t think anything happened at first cause it looked like the room was the same. 
Which, for the record, the teleportation room looked exactly like a low tech transportation room from Star Trek. 
It was a large, round space with pillars around it. And there was stuff in the walls that actually glowed. 
It was cool, and I wish I had more time to look at it all.
But then there were pins and needles, which was weird, and then they were shooing us out of the room. And I didn’t even realize it wasn’t the people who’d brought us into the first room until they took us to the high priestess’... office, I guess? And it was completely different. 
She welcomed us and said that we were safely in a different temple. They’d sent us here because it was nearby but far enough away that the group after us likely wouldn’t be able to find us.
We asked questions, a lot of questions, and even got some answers to them all. 
We’re not really closer to where we wanted to go, more parallel than anything else. They understood it was frustrating that they couldn’t just send us to that city. But they think it necessary that we don’t go straight there because the cult know we’re headed there. 
They think the cult-Real cult, BTW-won’t know about the teleportation cause it’s usually a closely guarded secret, but they can’t be sure. 
They said they’re going to deal with the group, at least keep them distracted so we can get there safely. But if we go right there, they know we want to and might have sent people to meet us there. And we wouldn’t know. The temple there wouldn’t know to help us or to keep an eye out. 
We shared our concerns, but the temple didn’t know and didn’t have answers.
No one knows why they want us or for what. But everyone seems to agree that it’s bad that they want us. That it’s best to keep us out of their hands.
The people at this temple think that it might be better for us to try to find another way home. The group that we’re looking for to get home isn’t the only one who might be able to help us, but they are the closest. 
Riley argued with the people because we’d already spent so much time coming this way. We’d already been here for months. They didn’t have any good options, though, just sending us further away with little to no help. 
We had to leave our horses behind, too, so we’re out of our slightly faster mode of transport. 
They can’t and won’t help us with it, though. They said that it’s just not something they can do, that it’s going to have its place, but that we can always turn back to the temple.
As irritating as it is, there’s not much that we can do. We’re going to have to keep going. We don’t really have another choice. 
The group that we’re looking for is so close. 
I mean, I think they are. From our terrible directions, and terrible maps, and terrible everything. This terrible world. 
We’re closer to them than anyone else than any of the supposed options that the acolytes and priests were able to give us. So, if we don’t want to be here forever, then we gotta go this way.
We don’t have a choice. 
That’s a lie. 
We do have a choice, but there aren't any good options for us. 
We’re going to have to keep going in the direction that might be dangerous. If we go in another direction, it might be safer, but who knows how long it’ll take? 
We’ve been here for months, and we’ve been trying to get home the whole time. And it seems we haven’t even gotten closer. So the others, I think, agree fully with my choice of “hell no” because it’s already been months, and we’re not going to tack on even more time when we can avoid it. 
So, toward danger, we go, now without horses and with even less of a plan. 
Wish us luck!
Love, Jack
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legaciestold · 1 year ago
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@ensnchekov gets a reply to this a year late because i suck
this is insane. it's insane. it well and truly is. and the thing is, georgie myers knows insanity. she knows impossibility and dimension traveling and all the crazy shit that's in-between. but this? this is something next-level bizarre and despite the fact her mind's already cycled through this train of thought at least three times since this man has appeared before her, she's still reeling from it. demons georgie could deal with. a troll, another day at the troll market. tooth fairies? the stuff of nightmares and something she really doesn't want to encounter again. but a fictional character showing up through magic from some parallel universe? that was.. she didn't know what to call it. further, if this man literally existed in the multiverse... did that mean that all those fictional characters from the million shows, books, and movies out there, all did too? if this was a cartoon, a mushroom cloud would be forming above her head. she takes a breath, then another as her dark hues continue to wash over him, little patters of rain still following around them. the temptation to poke him still lingers. maybe she's finally broken, completely lost her mind. yet she knows she hasn't. this is as real as the cool air dancing around them.
she can see him thinking, not needing to be a telepath to have something of an idea of where his mind might be going. (though, she knows a telepath or two if their needed.) "but it can't be the same thing or inspiration for the other. you'd know if it was. because you'd know about the show and the same people like kirk and you and sulu and spock and spock's sister michael and everyone else wouldn't exist in a tv show and then again centuries later..." this is making her brain hurt. "holy crap, you know how warp drives work! i don't know if aliens exist in this universe or not but... do you realize you could literally single-handedly give us wrap power if you wanted to? but.. i suppose that'd be a violation of the prime directive, wouldn't it? even if starfleet doesn't exist in this world.. and we haven't even made it passed the moon with manned flight yet.." she trails off, her mind jumping in a million directions at once. which, considering everything she's had to deal with in the last few years, this feeling was.. a nice change in pace from where her mind usually fell into when she'd ventured out away from people.
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"but vampires, magic, demons, angels, baba yaga. all that's real. i've got powers too, except i'm human. some humans have powers. don't really know why. my little brother can heal people but he's a warlock so he's got all the cool magic too." she pauses a moment, looking back toward the book and then at chekov. "uh, not super far into looking through it really. the director isn't going to be thrilled i took it out of hq but i also think i might at least not get grounded for you popping up since he's my dad. then again, i'm almost twenty and have been going on missions since i was like fifteen, i don't think he can ground me anymore." she extends her hand out, back toward her jacket and the book, making them move into the air and float toward her and into her arms.
"i'm sure the bprd can try to help you find a way home. i just-- magic can be unpredictable and sometimes.. well, if anyone's able to try to find a way to help you, be happy i found you and some random that doesn't know about this stuff didn't. people know about magic now, that secret came out when i was younger but the government still tries to keep a lot of what people know about it limited so they don't go opening doors they can't close." she reveals. then, she circles back, his previous question that she hadn't answered finally registering.
"oh yeah, to answer your question. i can show you star trek, if it doesn't weird you out too much. i was watching the latest movie last night. it kills me every time i see the enterprise crash into a million pieces on the planet but you were cool in the movie. should have gotten to help rescue sulu instead of say on the ship though..." she pauses suddenly, realization drawing upon her features about how her words might sound. it was one thing to rattle off facts about him but now she was bringing up actual full on events that would likely bring up unpleasant memories for him. oh god, what if that hadn't happened yet for him? "oh, no. please tell me the krall stuff already happened for you and i didn't just screw up your timeline further than it's already been screwed with?"
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sickviking-fr · 1 year ago
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You guys wanna hear a funny story?
Below cut because I can't summerize
So a week or two ago, some work friends and I were sitting at a table eating lunch when we were joined by a likable old man who stealthily guided the conversation from dinosaurs into Star Trek, for which no one minded, Star Trek fucks severely.
I forget how the conversation evolved but at some point he goes "and you know what's funny? I could decide right now that I'm a woman, and go tell [the boss] that I'm a woman and want to use the women's restroom, and he has no choice but to let me! I could do that right now and be peeing in the women's bathroom in 20 minutes."
Let me tell you. We are his five favorite people, right? He talks to us every chance he gets. We joke together, all share drinking stories and random recipes and tiktoks. And clearly, He Does Not Know.
He did not realize any of us were trans, much less the entire fucking room. Of the six people currently in the room, one is a pre-everything openly trans man, one is his NB wife. One is a 100% passing but fully open trans woman, one is a fully stealth trans man and one is I, a passing-most-of-the-time-only-out-when-it's-funny trans man. And then theres Mark: 50-60 something cishet male.
And so he says this and we all just look at him with this fully synchronized hive mind level of head turn, with varying degrees of added head tilt, and in near unison say "That's not how it works".
He looked like he was about to shit himself. And we all just dissolve into tales of how hard it is, how long it took in our various transitions before we could safely use our respective genders restrooms, tales of how often Val got beat up by boyfriends and dad's of women in the restrooms when all she wanted was to pee. How A, being pre-everything, had just twenty minutes previously been grabbed by a customer and "politely" guided out of the men's room and into the women's room. And after the first story or two it was mostly talking to each other sharing experiences and giving advice to A.
Every single one of us had multiple horror stories to tell, and marks mouth just slowly fell further and further open as he suddenly realized that we might not be as "cool" with that comment as he thought.
But to his credit, he didn't argue, didn't make excuses, didn't interrupt. He listened. Seemed shocked the whole time. And when I got up to get new food (my salad was rotten and I'd been putting off going to buy something else) the conversation seemed to be slowly making it's way back to star trek and dinosaurs. When I returned, he was still sitting there, but now everyone was on their phones watching Netflix or I think G was playing DND over discord.
But yeah. Marks been a little awkward and a bit more avoidant ever since, but not like. In a bad way, I guess. Like he's more embarrassed than hating us or anything like that. But bruh learned a few things that day. Primarily that the Ankylosaurus is the best dinosaur. That had to be embarrassing for him.
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emblazonet · 2 years ago
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A Bond Newb Encounters Casino Royale
Because it was my partner Az's dad's birthday, of course we were going to visit and bring a present and watch a film with him! He is a cinemaphile. He has a gigantic tv, the best sound system in the city— and he's sweet and very enthusiastic about James Bond. And he is invested in introducing me to all of Daniel Craig's stint, which I'm told is five movies that make up a cohesive story (and this is what, in fact, makes the infamous Quantum of Solace worth watching, quoth he).
Ok, sure. Let's go! Now, most of what I know about Bond I know through the lens of queer folk:
When I was an undergraduate working at the uni library, I found a short story collection about gay men, and one of the short stories was about two old men whose very favourite thing to do was to meet up and discuss Bond. Wholesome story.
I have seen one (1) Bond film courtesy of my ex, a transwoman, and it was Goldeneye I think. It had a jungle and a helicopter and I seem to have blocked most of it from my memory.
The biggest Bond fans I know in my life are gay men, which includes Az's dad.
This is all enough to make me give Casino Royale a fair shake. After all, if I loathed it, I could also politely tell Az's dad that I'd prefer to watch Star Trek or something.
Well, I didn't loathe it, so that's something.
But I did dislike it generally and have Thoughts. And because I'm sifting through all the reasons why I don't like Bond, I'm having fun(?), and am perfectly willing to watch the others just so I can rip lightly into them and shake them around in my jowly jaws.
I'll start off with what I DID like, and then put the negative stuff behind the cut.
The Good:
The parkour guy at the beginning? I looked him up, his name is Sébastien Foucan, he is demonstrably talented, and I spent the entire rest of the movie wistfully wishing it was about him. What a phenomenal chase scene!
M. She's Judi Dench, she's great, watching her chew into Bond was fun.
Mads Mikkelsen's bleeding eye, that was very fun, I loved his sinister design.
There were lots of pretty shots and compositions. The action scenes were well choreographed and pretty enjoyable all around.
Ok, that's about where my positivity ends and everything else picks up so onto the cut!
Spoilers for this part: it's more 'lol I don't like this thing' than an actual review of Casino Royale.
Where to begin, where to begin.
I mean first off the movie is in the aughts, the worst decade with the worst aesthetic. I hated living through it except for a few things that made the decade as a whole bearable—LotR, the early wild west internet full of porny fanfic and art—but looking back on it... The worst fashions, ye gods, the worst make up, bad choices all around. Not that modern stuff is much better, I think we're all clear on how I view aesthetics.
This movie could have been custom tailored to be the antithesis of everything I enjoy in an action film. There's lots of buff dudes—ew, please put your shirt back on Daniel Craig!; the chief linchpin action is a card game—I am not a fan of card games; and there's lots of vehicles and almost no horses. And they managed to put two whole women into the refrigerator!
So that was all pretty funny honestly. I think it's a good thing to occasionally immerse yourself in someone else's culture.
I did very much want to enjoy that torture scene. I can absolutely see why queer peeps might be all over that scene of Mads Mikkelsen wailing on Bond's balls. I almost enjoyed it! But Daniel Craig's titties got in the way. I'm a small titty person and I like very narrow feminine men, I'm sorry everyone. And I know Mads Mikkelsen is a tumblr sexyman or whatever, but he's also not my type. I feel like I would like both of these men outside of their acting roles, like if we grabbed a coffee and talked.
I think the thing that really kept me going through this movie—apart from finding Az's dad's enjoyment very pleasant and adorable—was knowing that Daniel Craig hates Bond. It's a fun lens to view a film, trying to put yourself in the mindset of an actor playing A Culturally Established Character with whom his Values Clash so much. It meant that everytime Bond was tender or kind—moments that are very few and far between—I was trying to see the truth of those actions in Daniel Craig's presentation, which made them somehow work better.
I will say that Craig's Bond managed to have a touch more sexual chemistry with the leading ladies than Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones, which was the last four movies I watched (I didn't review them, did I? I guess I'll have to do an Indie overview soon. Suffice to say wow, Ford has like no chemistry with most of the ladies! So I am damning with faint praise.) But the small bit of almost-chemistry wasn't enough... towards the end of the movie when Vesper starts throwing herself at him, it was so forced and badly established that both Az and I were cringing at the intimacy scenes. Ew!
Vesper in general is a mess of a character whose motivations make no sense. Why is she attracted to him when the dude she loves is presumably still alive? Why'd she bother to buy Bond's life, what, how'd that make sense at all?? Like. What? What is going on here. Anything interesting about her character pretty much dried up once she had to go into the role of being someone who apparently actually loved Bond or something. Whatever. Don't buy it. Didn't work for me.
Maybe this is just part of the Bond formula, or maybe it's better writing than other Bond film. Idk. The thing is, as far as a smart review that goes into plot structure or whatever goes, I'm not qualified to offer that. I know there are like hundreds of Bond films with multiple different leading men with different takes on the character. I can't compare them. I know there's a formula. It's felt in the way the movie cannot question its premises, like why Bond is the main character at all, or whether the good guys are in fact the good guys. The movie never bothered trying to convince me to root for Bond: it just assumed I would.
On another note, the pacing was ... something. Every time I thought the movie was over, a new action piece started up. The movie did me more dirty than the end of RotK. When it was over I would have sworn it took 3-4 hours to watch, but apparently it's only a 2 hour film. So, uh, kudos for expanding my lifespan.
Not gonna lie, I'm very curious as to where Quantum of Solace will take us.
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bajuuuu · 5 months ago
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I am just going to yoink this right here.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
25
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
96,248
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Anything I am into at the moment. But I have fics for BBC Sherlock and Dsmp as well as a bunch of assorted things. Right now I write for Star Trek.
4. Top five fics by kudos
My companion slime (longest fic I’ve ever written at 42k words, Dsmp Karl Jakobs and Charlie Slimecicle centric)
Will it ever stop? (Generation Loss hurt comfort one shot. Made myself tear up when writing this…)
Girl’s night (Star Trek TOS about my favourite gossiping besties Spock and Uhura and some light Spirk thrown in the mix)
the Tpek T-shirt incident (Funny little thing I wrote for the prompt “Jim wearing Spock’s uniform on accident”)
I’m having such a good time I’m having a ball (this thing was supposed to be 3k at most… and then the two idiots refused to talk to each other for almost six additional thousand words!)
5. Do you respond to comments?
I try to respond to everything I receive! (I don’t get that many comments so it’s really not that hard XD). I love comments! One time a person wrote me a comment that was so sweet I still have it screenshotted and look at it any time I feel sad.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I wrote quite a lot of angst but usually I give my poor little characters a happy ending cos I end up caring about them too much. That is decisively not the case with What could have been.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
* Gestures vaguely towards my Johnlock section I think* I wrote endings where the plot gets resolved, the Character’s tension gets relieved… now sure if that’s happy per say??
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Thankfully, no. Tho I’d probably just end up blocking it. If you don’t like my stories don’t bloody read them! It’s that easy
9. Do you write smut?
Nope
10. Craziest crossover
I don’t think I’ve ever written a crossover. If you don’t count the unpublished self inserts into Marvel movies I guess
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware of
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not that I’m aware of
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
In the most technical of senses, yes???
14. All time favourite ship
This might change, I am not good at maintaining my opinions, but… Spirk
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I have an idea for like a Spirk royal AU where Earth, Vulcan and other species of the federation are now kingdoms on one big planets. Spock is the prince of Vulcan and one day Jim (an orphan from the earth kingdom) gets kidnapped and brought through Vulcan to be traded to someone but he escapes and finds refuge on the king’s castle as a manservant to the king. Shenanigans ensue, the young prince and the errand boy fall in love but in order to marry Jim would have to legally be a Vulcan so he has to go on the quest thing where you survive three (??) days in the Vulcan desert without anything. Also Spock’s dad is categorically against it and tries to prevent the marriage from happening at all.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Writing and describing scenery
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Mixing plot/dialogue into the scenery description and vice versa. Also actuality writing down my ideas…
(Don’t ask me what happened to the 18, I don’t know. And so I will invent my own Question 18!! Muhahahaha)
18. A fic you’d like more people to know about?
Before the Vulcan Spice tea grows cold, I got quite attached to this little thing when I wrote it :) it’s a Star Trek TOS mixed with Discovery so I get why it has very little reach but I think it’s quite cute :)
19. First fandom you wrote in?
Minecraft. Not MCYT, Minecraft. The game. Yep, I wrote a fic about Minecraft mobs doing the Olimpics…. It had a moral in the end and everything. It’s still out there, on the internet. Has like 10k reads and everything. Technically it’s my most popular fic out there by sheer numbers alone I think… (Tho thankfully not in English)
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
I love all the stuff I write, (ignore comments from last question XD) no matter what because I believe that all of them got me to how I write now, but from a purely “I like the way this thing is written and the direction I took this plot in” then it has to be My Companion Slime. I re-read it recently and damn, I actually cooked. XD
Tagging: YOU! I want to know about YOUR fics specifically!
Writing Asks
Tagged by @quailfence (thank you!)
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
Fics: 32
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
241,270 words
3. What fandoms do you write for?
I'm in a committed relationship with star trek and would never cheat on her
4. Top five fics by kudos
Find Someone To Love You, Heed The Stork, There's Always A Chance, Not Logical, Scars That Never Linger
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Lol
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
9 Million Green Bottles
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Idk
9. Do you write smut?
No comment
10. Craziest crossover?
N/A but I'm drafting a Tintin/Star Trek AU which may never see the light of day
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Idk
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Technically but also: no.
14. All time favourite ship?
I mean
15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
The fucker
16. What are your writing strengths?
Character voice and mimicking specific narrative styles
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
(gestures vaguely at everything)
I frequently find sentences in WIPs which are straight-up unfinished
19. First fandom you wrote in?
Star Wars, I guess
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
She's not published yet... I'm proud of One Million Things To Want and I Know You
Tagging: you, the reader.
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